The Metre (исполнитель: Powderfinger)
Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time If you measure the world by what you leave behind [bad word] to the saving grace [bad word] to the saving grace There's a sunset on the road Reappearing as we go Keep the glass topped up it's not over just yet Pull off the social bluff celebrate your success Turn the sunlight out find a place in the shade If you measure the world by the mark that you make [bad word] to the saving grace [bad word] to the saving grace There's a sunset on the road Reappearing as we go